Horizons

Episode 72

Adzan maghrib began to reverberate. As my mother said, what I have to see for Dapetin Khanza is not his parents, but God who created him and gave life for him. So I hurriedly took the sarong and kept the cappus to the hangar beside the dormitory. To the extent that along the way, I got an incredulous plot from every creature that passed by. I even checked my eyes. Some even check the clock, it seems that the magrib prayer hours have been completed. Understandably, I have always been makmum masbuq. So every time I come there must be the last rakaat.

The closeness I do not stop there, for the sake of the same caper as the prospective in-laws, I until bargaining with Akhi Fairul, my junior who jelbolan Pondok Pesantren famous in East Java. This one has been appointed as a permanent priest, as well as a muezzin, a spiritual section, and a Friday sermon filler, since setting foot on this land. But it turns out that good faith must be accompanied by good intentions as well. I really pedhe aja same tilawah and memorization of my letters, since childhood has been taught to recite the holy verses melodiously and mendayu-dayu. But I forgot that the mum here is more or less genderuwo all. Intention wants to look for the face of the prospective in-laws using a long reading of letters, eh even get a sharp plot because I want to guarantee it long. After that every time I want to be guaranteed again directly held captive continues to be brought back and secured in the corner. Fates...

One dead grows a thousand. Can't caper be a priest, yes through another route dong. This time I want to bribe through basic human needs, namely food. Ever heard the saying 'from the stomach down to the heart'. Yup, all men are basically fed. That's why I want to conquer the heart of Mr. Major General through food.

"What do you like to eat?" I'm going to Khanza who's another toy zipper my pants. I'm sorry, but if I forbid this child will become more so. Ntar if suddenly she screams say raped me how dong? Hanged the same way.

"Em. what yes. Papa tuh prefer traditional cuisine. Especially the typical ones. Because Mama used to be big in Jogja. So every kangen same Mama must be looking for Jogja cuisine"

Really coincidental. My mother is a Jogja. I am an expert if making gudeg and all ubo rampenya.

Khanza nodded, "Gudeg sambel fried krecek same egg. Fried vegetable trus bobor tempe. Especially yes. ah wedang ronde. That's Papa's favorite."

So after the angel satisfied the toy with my secret weapon, and I also dapet ration ngempeng, I finally went to the kitchen to carry out the mission of conquering the heart of the prospective in-laws. About the skinship between me and Khanza, we're just a grepe-grepe, swipe, the same emut-emutan doang. Not yet pierced. Moreover, there is a bokapnya Khanza, must pinter ngumpet before action.